Bryce Canyon

Almost immediately we left Torrey the scenery had changed completely to densely wooded mountainside.

Route 12 is a celebrated scenic road with at least as many motorcycles as cars and even the occasional astonishingly valiant cyclist.

Huge camper vans and people towing trailer-loads of brightly coloured, four-seat quad-bikes. (But we think our much less well known road up to Capitol Reef from Bluff was even more spectacular.)

Bryce Canyon.
This must be one of the most beautiful places on earth. And wonderful to bring Lesley to the scene of one of my mother’s old Kodacromes, taken on our great trip West from Washington DC in 1956. (Thanks to Andrew – here on right – for emailing it me just now!)

So here are some of our own many, many shots from yesterday’s walk down beautifully-crafted trails into the heart of one of the ‘amphitheatres’ (Bryce isn’t really a canyon, it’s a great, rapidly-eroding step in the grand staircase of the Colorado Plateau)

I don’t think words would add much here, but this is a little inhabitant we met along the way.